posted on Aug, 18 2020 @ 08:28 PM
The Old man with his long beard stood outside the light of the camp fire. After listening to a few stories he stepped into the light. With hands in
pockets he started:
"You youngsters don't know how easy you have it with your long sticks.
Why back in my day, before marshmallows,
we roasted beans on very short sticks,
like tooth picks.
Sure it hurt a lot, but ya gotta roast somethin'.
It just ain't a camp fire without roasting somethin'."
Then he pulled his hands out of his pockets for all to see.
- the end -
edit on 18-8-2020 by pthena because: (no reason given)